After cruising around Red Canyon and Arches National Park in Moab, UT, we headed southwest to Zion National Park. It was the weekend in one of the biggest tourist spots in Utah so I was planning on making some cash playing music yet there was no nightlife in the town of Springdale in the Zion National Park and we ended up at the bar rather than playing music. There we met a biker name Chuck who informed us that we had made a mistake to party with an old man as he kept buying us shots of Crown Royal. 10+ shots of Crown and Whiskey later we closed the bar down and spent time over at their hotel next door while meeting another fellow there named Louie who was another traveler on the road. Turns out that Louie was going on the same hike as us the next day and also heading to Las Vegas.
After one incredible hike at Angels Landing in Zion we hit the sun dried road to Sin City. Walking through the trashed streets of Vegas, littered with pornography on every street. Young girls walk around like sluts as we pass Erotic museums, casinos with live dancers, and the homeless on the smut covered streets. We had a hotel to stay in with Louie as we spend the night in Vegas gambling and drinking.
Unimpressed with the Vegas lifestyle, we then took the route 15 over into California towards Los Angeles, and eventually to Venice Beach and Santa Monica. We spent the day in Santa Monica playing music and running aorund in the terrible traffic. Although there was a strange vibe about the lifestyle on the beach there, we managed to meet friendly folks all around the Venice Boardwalk.
Trying to find a safe place to sleep was a little more difficult in Santa Monica. For the two days we had stayed there, after some windy driving up the west coast, we found a perfect spot in the foothills of the mountains where other RV's and cars had settled for the night. The next day we wake up to find a ticket on our windshield for parking over the 30 minute limit between the hours of 2:00 - 4:00 a.m. where others did not get tickets on the same strip that had no signs stating no overnight parking allowed of any kind. Frustrated by the ticket we received we decided to park on the street where thousands of vehicles stay out overnight without tickets. There parked on 3rd street, I awoke in the middle of the night hearing voices floating in the wind and a few tugs on the truck. Sure enough it is 4:00 a.m. in the morning and two punks are trying to steal our bikes, oblivious to the possibility that there were two men sleeping in the back. Rushing out yelling out all sort of slang in a sleepy rage they ran off without anything of ours.
There is something terribly wrong with a policeman running you off from a safe spot to sleep only to get robbed the next day.
Our next stop is the tallest mountain inn California and of all the Continental U.S.
Onto Mt. Whitney nestled in the Sierra Nevada Mountains.
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